For love of coffee

My love of coffee is somewhat legendary within my family. It is the kickstart of my day. I know that I am receiving a good bit of love when I wake up and the scent of the coffee brewing fills the air. When we camp with our daughter and her family, I can be sure that the first cup of coffee that my son-in-law pours will be for me.

That’s love.

When I go to Berkeley and get to stay in the Scholar’s Retreat I am happy because of: the cost, the views, and the fact that it is the room above some coffee producing machine.

It truly is a joy to wake up and smell the coffee.

It is a long drive from Pasadena to Portland. I’ve learned this in a visceral, nalga numbing way because I’ve driven the route many a time to visit our daughter and her family in the other Rose City. In order to not get exhausted or grumpy I like to spread the driving over two days.

I couldn’t tell you the number of miles it takes to get halfway between here and there. But I know that I am nearing a midway point when I see the first Dutch Bros Coffee kiosk.

Truth be told, where I stop that Day One driving has, on occasion, been decided by access to Dutch Bros for the start of Day Two driving.

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Dutch Bros Coffee is always yummy, the prices are great, and their baristas are the best. There’s usually a fine bit of conversation that is accompanied by a smile that seems about as genuine as can be.

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There’s yet to be a time when it felt like the order I placed was a bother.